Chapter 7 - A Good Host

“As much as I'd love to stay here dancing all night,” Logan whispered into Scarlett's ear before slightly backing away. “I still gotta be a good host and say hi to everyone.”

He could only give the blonde a Ravers smirk as she craned her neck back and gave him an exasperated look. It was hard having to postpone his fun with the sexy singer, but he figured he couldn't shy away from his duties, plus, he hoped his sister would have moved to another spot later. “I'll be back,” he told her in a hopeful tone.

“Well, let's see if I'll be here,” she bantered back, and with a chuckle, she lightly pushed him away. “Go, do your thing.”

Throwing one last look at her ass and how good it looked half encased in those bright-red bikini bottoms, the dark-haired boy walked away from the music table and moved toward the next group of guests. Which happened to be Paris and Alice, who were sitting on two chaises near the dancing trio of Sebastian, Lisa, and Kurt.

“Ladies,” he made a curt bow with his head and turned to his cousin’s good friend with a smile. “Hey, Alice. Thanks for coming.”

The brunette smiled back at him. “Oh, I wanted to show my support too,” she chuckled, letting him know it was a good-natured joke.

They had never been too close, as Paris normally kept her own friends separate from the Inner Circle and due to the tepid relationship between her and Victoria, but damn if her pale body wasn’t looking delectable in that black bikini. So was Paris in her sporty set, but Logan wasn’t about to say that to his cousin.

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Logan ended up deciding to sit next to Alice, which made Paris briefly raise an eyebrow at him. With his attention on Paris, he missed Alice subtly checking out his shirtless form for a brief second. “I feel like the whole school probably knows at this point.”

Alice laughed, her petite, toned body making his cock stir. “Right, that BS person wasn’t exactly subtle in their blind item this time,” she said, raising a challenging eyebrow of her own. “I’m more curious about who caught you, though. Wanna share it with the class?”

Logan had to feel curious about that. Grace was very close to both Paris and Alice, was a part of their friend group, and yet, she hadn’t told them about it yet? That sounded very interesting to him. “Sorry, Lois Lane, if the person doesn’t say anything, neither will I,” he smirked.

“Told ya,” Paris quipped with a grin as her friend rolled her eyes.

“Dammit!” Alice mimicked a frustrated punch in the air before letting out another chuckle. “I do know the importance of protecting a source, though. Even if it doesn’t really apply in your situation.”

“So,” Logan started, turning to his cousin. “Does Alice know about that thing you asked for my help with?”

“Yeah, I told her,” Paris nodded, looking around to see if anyone else had heard. “Wanna talk about it louder? I don’t think the others heard you.”

“You’re the boss,” Logan smirked at her, knowing how much she got annoyed at being called something that people usually associated with Heather.

The brunette with blue highlights rolled her eyes, crossing her pale, athletic legs. “I just don’t want the others to hear about this. I trust everyone here, but the more people know, the easier it can get to Coach Lincoln that we’re on to him,” she explained and then turned to Alice. “That’s how it works with info, right?”

Alice shrugged. “Not every time, but I can see why it might be a good idea in this case. The guy can’t know you’re looking into him.”

“By the way, I only told Allie for her investigation skills,” Paris clarified, getting a chuckle from the petite girl.

“Oh, you have some ideas about it, then?” Logan turned to her, a curious look on his face. It was incredibly hard not to get caught ogling her toned, bikini-clad body like a perv, but he kept his gaze on her blue eyes.

“While I’m not sure if I’ll have the time to help with this, I can tell you that just following them might be the best idea for now,” the rookie reporter suggested. “Unless you have some good evidence that something’s really afoot, I mean. Miles Lincoln is a faculty member and can get you in trouble if he thinks you’re suspecting him.”

Logan nodded and scrunched up his face. “I wonder if I should bring Vicky into this.”

The expected dark look quickly crossed over Alice’s pretty face, and it almost made him regret mentioning his old friend. “Well,” she shrugged again. “It’s your call and investigation. Though if I’ll probably be swamped, I don’t see how she’ll be any better as the chief-editor. Pretty soon we’ll start doing articles for Homecoming and things will get real hectic.”

“Look,” Paris sighed. “If it comes to it, I can try helping you tail Kaylani. I really wish I didn’t have to, though, you remember I told you she could notice a teammate following her around, right?”

“Just leave it to me. I’ll see what I can find,” Logan lazily waved at her, letting out a tired sigh of his own. “Like Alice and Vicky, though, I might find myself out of free time to do anything.”

“Oh, yeah, Par told me about this,” Alice grinned as she raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “We could use a pair of extra arms on the paper. I’m sure Victoria wouldn’t mind her friend helping around.”

Logan smirked back at her, enjoying how beautiful she looked, but before he could give an answer, Sebastian plopped down next to him, breathing heavily as he let out a really long sigh of frustration.

“Tough night?” Paris quipped with a smirk of her own.

The Latin boy just looked at all three of them in turn before sighing again. “Heather’s cousin is really laying it down thick on my cousin,” he explained, nodding in their direction.

Logan moved his gaze to a nearby spot, where Kurt and Lisa were animatedly chatting, but not touching yet, just dancing in tune to the music while facing each other. “They’re just having fun,” he tried to assure his friend. “What’s the problem?”

Sebastian shrugged, a soft frown on his face. “I just don’t want her to embarrass herself, is all.”

“So it’s okay for you to grind on girls, but Lisa can’t do the same?” Paris provoked. “How modern of you, Sebastian.”

“It’s not that…, it’s…,” the black-haired boy tried justifying himself before he just let out a groan. “Aww, you guys know what I meant!” He said, and then got up, walking back to where his cousin was dancing with the older blond menace.

Logan had a fleeting thought about asking Alice to dance before he remembered that he wanted to greet his guests before having his fun. “Alright, I’m gonna get moving,” he then winked at the blue-eyed brunette. “Don’t let Par sulk all night, okay, Allie?”

“Hey!” Paris complained in exasperation. “You’re the one who was sulking, not me!”

Alice just laughed, it was amusing seeing Paris getting bent out of shape for a change. “Leave it to me, go do your thing.”

The Ravers boy let out a chuckle at her saying the same thing Scarlett had done when they parted ways, and then moved toward his dear old friends, Ashley and Victoria, who were chatting with one another in a chaise near the other corner of the pool. Getting there, he plopped down next to Vicky’s right side, almost sandwiching her between him and Ashley.

“So, I see someone decided to make a fashion statement tonight,” he smirked, nodding at the two blondes. It was hard not to notice Ashley’s petite, fit body in the black bikini and Victoria’s curvier figure in the green one.

“Hey, I just figured why not change my usual colors for tonight,” Ashley grinned. “Thought I could debut this one. What do you think?”

“Well, I almost thought it was Hannah for a second,” he bantered back, and at her raised eyebrow, he amended the statement a bit. “Don’t worry, it’s a good thing.”

The petite cheerleader gave her old friend a pretty smile and then motioned toward Victoria. “This one should be a bigger surprise, been trying for ages to convince her to wear a bikini to these parties, and now… behold the result!”

“Ash!” The taller blonde squeaked. “It’s so not a big deal!”

“It’s a good thing too, don’t worry,” Logan chuckled, in an attempt to make his dear friend relax a bit. “You’re beautiful, Vicky. There’s nothing wrong with trying out something new.”

The rookie reporter softly blushed at the compliment, while Ashley’s grin widened. “See? All of us have been telling you that,” the blue-eyed girl added. “If you don’t like it, you can just go back to one-pieces the next time.”

Victoria looked down at her legs and let out a sigh. “Alright, thanks, you two.”

It was a big deal in a different way, Logan thought. She was one of his best friends and he loved her, but damn if he wasn’t struggling really hard not to lean back and check out how her pronounced butt looked in those bikini bottoms. He was only human, after all.

“So,” he cleared his throat, trying to make himself focus on something else. “What are you two up to tonight?”

Ashley shrugged. “I dunno, just hanging out, I guess. May try dancing a bit later.”

“I’ll be happy to join you for that,” Logan smiled. “What about you, Vicky?”

“Oh, no, you two!” The green-eyed blonde protested good-naturedly, a small smile on her face as well. “Don’t you try dragging me into dancing.”

“Alright, alright!” Ashley held up her hands in surrendering.

“I think I may have something to discuss with you, but not tonight,” Logan revealed, crossing his arms. “Tonight is for fun, not serious business.”

“Logan!” Victoria whined, turning to him as Ashley broke out laughing next to them. “Now I’m gonna be curious for the entire night, you jerk! Tell me!”

“Sorry, Vicky, not tonight,” he repeated, standing up and starting to walk away. “She’s yours, Ash!”

The dark-brown-haired boy missed the look of desperation Ashley threw at him as he moved to the next group. Heather was dancing with both Duncan and Tanya, but the boy was closer to his cousin while her fellow cheerleader kept a distance of about two bodies. Once more, his mind flashed with the heated time he shared with the ebony cheerleader not too long ago.

“Tanya, what a nice surprise,” he whispered, rolling up behind her athletic ass that was almost swallowing the golden bikini.

The dark-skinned girl was a bit startled, but quickly grinned once she noticed who had snuck behind her. “Heeey… thought you’d never get here, party boy,” she teased.

“Well, what can I say?” He returned it, hands splaying on the warm skin of her hips. “I’m a good host.”

The black-haired cheerleader backed her butt against his crotch, rubbing it softly. “That you are, actually,” she replied, dancing against him. “The surprise is Sharon not hogging you all to herself, but I guess she’s not here tonight, is she?”

“Yeah, we screwed up,” Logan said, not wanting to talk about that at the moment. Plus, Tanya’s round, firm ass was feeling too damn good brushing against the hardening bulge in his shorts. Looking over behind the black girl’s shoulder, he caught Heather’s smirking gaze as Duncan seemed to get emboldened by his actions and moved behind his cousin, his own hands finding Heather’s pale hips. “I think I didn’t get the chance to congratulate you for the election yet, Dunc.”

Duncan looked up and stopped mid-grind. “Oh, thanks, man,” he let out a nervous chuckle. “My team worked so hard for it.”

“Relax, dude, Heather can have all the fun she wants,” Logan assured the other boy, getting a smile from his cousin. “You’re cool, no worries.”

The two pairs got closer, Tanya dancing just a few inches away from Heather as the boys rocked against them. Logan wanted to laugh at how Duncan seemed to be in heaven grinding on Heather, confirming his theory that the blond boy had a thing for his cousin. Or maybe it was just the standard reaction of a boy when given the chance to touch Heather. Logan stifled a groan himself, looking down to watch that chocolate-brown ass grinding against his covered cock. Yes, Tanya was fun and so fucking hot, and he lamented not appreciating that fact enough.

“Mmm, you keep up well enough, don’t you?” Tanya leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“Well, you already knew that, didn’t you?” He replied, one of his hands sliding toward her firm stomach.

Heather smirked, rolling back against Duncan. “I’m not sure it’s wise to discuss my cousin’s prowess near me, Tans,” she teased. The blond boy looked down and briefly closed his eyes to withstand the sight and feeling of that pale, cheerleader ass touching his bulge.

“Oh, please, Cap,” the black girl gave her a toothy grin, using the new nickname she had coined that year for the friend she met at the start of freshman year during cheerleader tryouts. “Like you two don’t know everything the other does.”

“Well, not everything,” Heather chuckled, the two girls content in rolling their asses against the boys as they grinned at each other from up close, entranced by the dancing atmosphere and the growing darkness around the pool area. “I had no idea about Sharon.”

“But you knew about him and me,” Tanya bantered back, her smirk almost matching up her fellow cheerleader’s.

Logan felt the ebony goddess’ curves undulating against him, her bikini body making him really hard, and then he caught sight of Heather, his cousin looking extremely sexy in her own bikini, the top barely holding her big pale tits from spilling out. “You know what my cousin doesn’t know, Tanya?” He whispered into her ear before he could stop himself, but loud enough for Heather to hear. As a matter of fact, he was looking at his cousin as well from the corner of his eye. “How to kiss another girl.”

The two girls’ eyes widened at that as they unconsciously rocked harder against their guys’ cocks. They were such close friends, but their friendship had never veered toward that territory. There was curiosity, though, on both sides, because there was no way that Tanya wouldn’t have grinned otherwise. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” She inquired, a hand reaching for Heather’s waist. “What do you say, Cap?”

Heather almost growled at how wet and horny she felt at the moment. “Come here, Tans,” she whispered, and then the two cheerleaders slowly closed the remaining distance for the first girl-on-girl kiss of their lives. Both Logan and Duncan throbbed against their respective asses, the darkness of the night around them and the strategic location of their makeshift dancefloor making it so none of the others could see them. Heather and Tanya melted into that soft, playful kiss, giggling as their lips moved in tandem with each other.

Fucking hell…, Logan thought, holding tight to Tanya as he somehow could hear every single wet and smacking noise coming from the girls’ mouths as they curiously made out and explored together. The contrast between Heather’s rosy, pale skin and Tanya’s rich, chocolate-brown one looked fantastic, their large busts softly pressing together as they came closer and Heather finally slid her tongue into Tanya’s moaning mouth so she could coax her friend’s tongue into a duel.

Duncan could barely believe what he was witnessing. He had always nurtured some feelings for Heather, the power she represented attracting him like no other girl could. He had never expected to fall so hard for her, but he did, unfortunately. Now though, the lust that also bubbled within his body for the sexy heiress burned even hotter as he watched her sensuously make out with her friend.

When their mouths came apart, Heather and Tanya were breathless, but also giggling like the two school girls they were. “Okay, this was insanely HOT, Tanya,” the cheer captain said, still holding the other girl’s waist. “And fun too.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Tanya laughed before winking at her fellow cheerleader. “I knew you’d be a great kisser, Heather.”

“We loved it too, by the way,” Logan piped in, causing the two girls to laugh even harder.

“Ditto,” Duncan agreed, with a grin of his own.

Tanya smirked and gave a light swat on Logan’s chest. “Whew!” She fanned herself. “Unfortunately for you, big boy, I think I gotta take a dip after this,” she then cocked her head teasingly. “Don’t be a stranger, maybe we can have some fun later.”

With that, she gave him a wink and sauntered over to the pool before diving in and disappearing underwater, leaving behind a Logan with a quite obvious bulge in his trunks. Heather caught sight of it and swallowed hard, averting her eyes as she unconsciously rubbed herself against Duncan again. “We’re… uhn, gonna stay here.”

“Huh?” Logan turned to the other pair a moment before his mind caught up with the rest of his body. “Oh, yeah, have fun, you two. Don’t fuck in the open.”

Duncan groaned at the thought, while Heather lightly elbowed him. “Take your own damn advice, dear cousin,” she called out toward the retreating Logan, who was heading toward the trio of Sebastian, Lisa, and Kurt.